Crusoe - Season One

How strange a work of providence is the life of man.

Gangway! Gangway!

Oh, my God!

She's breaking up!

All my years upon this desolate island,

void of all hope of recovery.

But I am alive and not drowned as all my ship's company was.

I am Robinson Crusoe.

Wherever about my prison I may look,

in my mind's eye is the paradise I lost.

My only escape is into the memory of a life

which seems evermore like a fading dream.

Daddy.

This day finds me prepared.

I have never given up on the world,

and I have faith that providence has not yet given up on me.

A ship.

An English flag.

Dundee, come on.

(GRUNTING) Welcome to paradise.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Hey!

What's that?

Hey, Judy, we found you a husband.

A stinking castaway has got about as much chance as the rest of you.

Castaway, you reckon?

What if he knows about the gold?

Hey! Here!

I'm unarmed!

I'm unarmed!

Ah, don't waste your powder, not at this distance.

Go, get him.

Ah, you lubber! Let's get him!

Eli, stay here.

We've a crafty one here, then.

Well, I've got a dead one here.

Now we can't just leave it, can we?

Look at this. He's blazed a trail so he'll know his own traps.

If you see another mark like this, watch out.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Hey, hey.

Stuck in hell a little while longer.

Hell is wherever a man happens to be

if it keeps him from what he loves.

Friday wonders what kind of idiot builds all those traps,

then runs yelling to the beach without a weapon?

You knew I was at the beach?

I could guess it from the beacons.

Well, in that case, Crusoe wonders

why Friday didn't join in sooner.

I was enjoying the idiot show.

Do you shoot those or bring them down

with a well aimed shot of wit?

One bird, one arrow.

I know. One of nature's marksmen.

Says one of nature's targets.

Hey, hey, does anyone here speak English?

I am English.

Then why do you curse in Spanish?

Six years below decks on a Spanish galleon.

There's not much else to do.

I wasn't a threat to you, but you fired on me. Why?

Do your worst. I'll say nothing.

That looks painful.

It is.

But not mortal. I will pull it through.

I'll talk. I'll tell you everything.

There's... There's conquistador gold on the island.

We got a map. Lynch thought you might be after it, too.

Who's Lynch? Your leader?

We don't have a leader.

Two men dead, one wounded,

and he's back safe on the beach.

That sounds like a leader to me.

Where's your ship?

No ship, just the sloop we came in.

Thank you.

Unfortunately...

Friday still needs his arrow.

Friday could use a coat.

This gentleman, alas, needs a coat no longer.

Why does he talk like that?

"Friday needs this, Friday says that"?

He's making fun of me. He knows I can't pronounce his real name.

You should beat him. Yeah, I'll try that.

But why Friday?

The day of the week I found him.

I had this idea I was going to train him as a servant.

Why he stuck with me, I don't know.

You can't make a friend of a savage.

That savage can make himself understood in 12 different languages.

It took him six months to learn mine.

I've read him Paradise Lost and now he recites it back at me.

So, he can't read for himself, then, eh?

No.

Yeah, savages.

Ow!

Listen, with two men dead,

you'll have space on the boat now.

You've got a thick skin and no mistake.

My children are in danger

and I need to get back to England.

Well, not with this crew, and that's serious advice.

Soon as the gold's out the ground, nobody's safe.

Daggers drawn and don't turn your back, you and your man Friday.

I don't want your gold.

Explain that to the scum of the Spanish Main.

You'll not last the first night.

Then here's what I'll do.

No one will interfere with your mission.

You won't even see us.

But do this one thing for me.

When you return to the mainland,

tell someone in authority that here is an island

and on it is a man who's desperate

to get to his home and the ones he loves.

Will you do that for me?

Surely that's not too much to ask?

No one's showed me respect in more than 20 years,

me who tried to shoot you down.

Mmm.

I love a good story.

I also find I'm in need of a man with some local knowledge.

Those are some pretty fancy pistols our Captain Lynch has there.

Maybe he's all show and cannot shoot straight.

You run for it, we'll soon find out.

Aye.

If you've got something to say, why doesn't you share it?

What's your business in these waters?

Privateers

under the flag of St. George.

They're pirates. Hmm.

Ah, we prefer gentlemen of fortune.

With no ship?

Aye, thanks to the small dip in our fortune

at the guns of the Guarda Costa,

which we're here to remedy.

Hurry up. Come on, clear it.

Lady and gentlemen, Mr. Robinson Crusoe

calls this island a prison.

Sorry.

You just show us how to get to where we need to be.

Well, I don't know where you need to be.

We have a map.

Who made this?

Just look, will you?

It's no good. I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Show Mr. Crusoe what'll happen if he doesn't help.

All right, come on, boy.

Hold.

Strike me down.

Looks like that one sank.

How does it go with savages? Do they swim?

That was not really what I had in mind.

But is my point made?

Let's just look at the map, all right?

See, there's not many landmarks.

You crimp.

I told you, the old man's mind was going.

He never got to finish it.

There's a river, but there's no mountains.

And I have no idea what this is.

That's me mole.

What about the writing?

"From the killing rocks."

"From the kissing rocks

"to the highest peak,

"and from the eagle's eye to the deepest deep."

Now what could that mean?

I have no idea.

Moving on.